AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t stop him from typing on my behalf. I just watched as he calmly typed messages to my bother about himself. Something about the way he resolutely handled the matter put me at ease. Weirdly enough, I found myself calmed significantly despite how much my thoughts threatened to break into a haze again.
Maybe I needed someone like Andres after all.
One confident nod later, Andres returned my phone and gestured to the screen. “It’s all there for you to read. I mimicked your tone and assured your mother that it was meant to be an anniversary surprise for her and your dear papa.”
I huffed. “What a way to rub it in their faces.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I mean…” Shoot, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Andres didn’t need to be involved in the whole performance scheme, not all of it. I shrugged and forced myself to laugh. “Just a good way to rub it in that I’m capable of being in a relationship. That’s all.”
“She seems happy about the notion.”
I stared at my phone, watching text after text roll in. “I don’t remember teaching her about all those emojis.”
“She loves you, doesn’t she?”
I met his gaze wearily. “She means well.”
“And your father?”
I didn’t feel like discussing anything more than what I was supposed to do tomorrow when I woke up and had to start packing my things. “I’ll tell Raven I’m leaving the apartment. It’ll take me a minute to get everything packed.”
“I can hire movers.”
“No, I want to do it myself,” I insisted as I stood up.
I tried to get a grip on my emotions. They were all over the place. Orgasms were supposed to relieve pain, not cause them.
I held my forehead. “But tonight, I should just sleep.”
“You should.”
“Stop telling me what to do.”
Andres patted my bottom lightly. “I think we both know how much you like it when I tell you what to do.”
Agitated and turned on at the same time, I dropped my phone into my purse, tossed it over my shoulder, and headed for the landing. Again. I had to get home before I did anything else that would bring back that feeling of peril.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I called over my shoulder, “bright and early.”
Yet when I descended the stairs, the only thing I wanted to do was run back up to the second floor and throw myself into his arms. I forced my feet to move, a lump expanding in my throat the farther I got away from his house.
By the time I got home, I felt sick. I wanted to dash back to Andres and apologize for being rude. I hadn’t thanked him for dinner, or for the other favor he’d done for me. I hadn’t thanked him at all. And I felt such blistering guilt over it.
Two sides of me were at war, logic and feeling. I didn’t know which one would win, or whether I would survive the battle.
What I did know was lying down without Andres made me feel worse than acting rude.
Chapter 8 - Andres
Sadie came in bright and early as she had promised. Though she was wearing a polished pantsuit with a nice headband, I kept picturing her in the skirt and blouse she had worn for dinner. The soft silk of her skirt tickled my face when I pleased her. Any recollection of her taste would turn me ravenous, so I kept my thoughts under control.
For the moment, anyways.
She sat behind my desk, focused on my laptop, and perched her fingers over the keys as she had been taught. Beside the laptop was a list of tasks for her to complete. It took a moment before she noticed it.
She scanned the list. “You expect me to do all thistoday?”
